Oooh yeah
Yeah oh, yeah hey

It's the 5th element
Never repetitive
Highly competitive
Classy and elegant
Say, I'm gettin' busier can't you tell
I got the rhymes that sound so well

Oooh yeah
It's the 5th element
Never repetitive
Highly competitive
Classy and elegant
And we say I'm gettin' busier can't you tell
I got the rhymes that sound so well

Yeah I got no time to waste
Back at it time to embrace
The kid is too nice and I ain't fallin' flat on my face
I figured it out, yeah guess I'm crackin' the case
And I ain't slowin' up in fact I'm detachin' the brakes
So, believe me when I say it I ain't gonna' take no
Shit from no man especially from no assholes
Class is too much I flex words like muscle
And I ain't I hustler but I'm livin' off my hustle
Diggin' in the crates, maneuver the track
Went from rapper who produced, to producer who raps kid
Respect drive if you don't respect rhymes
We all got a taste but I stood the test of time
It's the 5th element
Never repetitive
Highly competitive
Classy and elegant
Say, I'm gettin' busier can't you tell
I got the rhymes that sound so well

It's the 5th element
Never repetitive
Highly competitive
Classy and elegant
Say, I'm gettin' busier can't you tell
I got the rhymes that sound so well

And we say I'm gettin' busier can't you tell?
And we say I'm gettin' busier, can't you tell?
And we say I'm gettin' busier, can't you tell?
I got the rhymes that sound so well

You want it, you need it, I got it
And this is how's it's going down now
You want it, you need it, I got it

Yeah they call me Mr. Negativity, call it how I see it
Yeah I'm back in the vicinity, bringin what you need
Plus all of the amenities, know what you consider the
Run of the mill, runnin' the drill, none of its real celebrity
Oh no no, I don't let any of it get to me
I am all mystery, mentally and physically
Yeah I've seen the bright lights ever so vividly
Party with the star types and mingle with the industry
But jeez we don't need another hero
I relate to real people not these self centered weirdos
Flamboyant wannabe oh so flashy
If you ask me that really isn't classy
You never see my with my sunglasses on in the club
Dancing on the table to my songs getting buzzed
You never see me with a couple bottles of cris
Trying to pick up on a chick like, "bitch you want this?"
That ain't classy
The radios playing my song
And I got a record label that's puttin' me on
But I still stay classy, still stay classy, still stay classy
I'ma do what I got to do man
If you not relating it's hard not to hate em
Don't care what they say, I ain't changin'
That ain't classy, that ain't classy, that ain't classy

You want it, you need it, I got it
You want it, you need it, I got it